Bob the Builder, cooking on the horizon

Y'all, Bob the Builder is such a dumb show. Oliver just loves it to pieces; he wouldn't nap today so is watching it -catatonic and transported- right now while I get a few things done. But really, Bob is an annoying character, and all the machines seem to have inferiority complexes although they do seem to be a unified team. Anyway, in prep for tomorrow (love the spirit of the moms in J's class!! go K), I'm going to make the leek confit and tart crust (for the leek and aged goat cheese tart) this afternoon, as well as the nuts. Tomorrow I'll finish up the leek tart, and I've decided to make a savory fig and Marcona almond tart too. Both are divine, and I will share the recipes with you soon. The leek tart, I've just discovered, is a Molly Wizenberg recipe that I found on epicurious. LOVE her.

Communication postscript

The Bar Nuts recipe is posted! I'll be making them later today and can't wait to enjoy the fragrance they leave in my kitchen and indulge in them tomorrow evening.~~

Many of you commented on how much my recent post, Communication, resonated with you. As always, I am grateful for both the reading and feedback. Since writing, I've realized that those reflections told only part of the story. While I believe wholeheartedly that communication deepens and enriches our relationships, the course and aftermath of doing so aren't always happy or feelgood. This is one reason that tough conversations are often delayed, glossed over or not had at all, and is why broaching difficult topics can feel so fraught. It's hard to say things that might be hurtful, and it's certainly hard to hear them, especially if they're true. Hearing without defense is tough; just look at what politics has devolved into- a partisan screaming match in which all but a small few neither care nor try to hear what the other side has to say. Compromise has become a sign of cowardice, weakness, and both sides have become entrenched, heels dug in, ears closed, talking points now shouting assertions. Is it any wonder that nothing much ever gets done even though our country is, in many ways, crumbling around us?

Certainly, real communication is more challenging than tuning out, not caring, pushing aside or maintaining a degree of superficiality. Men can do this well, and I mean no judgment there. I envy that ability not infrequently because although I do believe what I said about life really being experienced in the details -pretty and otherwise- the emotional angst that often accompanies difficult dialogue can be exhausting. And thus, growth, self-knowledge and important realizations are often tinged with sadness, regret and/or a sense of loss. This is particularly true, in my opinion, if you tend towards the sensitive end of the spectrum, if you tend to look for the fault in yourself, if you tend to personalize things.

Perhaps the best we can do is be aware of all this through the lens of our own personality, try to stay open to new learning and new ways of seeing situations, remember that we are all flawed and that is OK. Remember that with living comes hurt, through hurt can come wonderful growth, and in growth, potentially enormous change both in ourselves and in our relationships.

There's Something About Pie, amazing nuts, what's for dinner?

Today was such a marathon. T left the house at 5:15am to catch his flight, and by 7:25a the boys and I were at a local breakfast spot, waiting for it to open. Then we went to a friend's house for a playdate and dogdate. It was super fun but wow- all those little boys and boy dogs. The energy was major. While being chased by host dog, Percy pooped mid-run ON my friend's carpet. Could I have died? Yes! Did I even know that was possible? No! Oh lordy, thank you, L, for being such a sweet and laid-back pal. I didn't think T would make it home for dinner tonight so all I've got planned is this key lime pie. Ah well. I'm going to make some sugared lime wedges to go atop the whipped cream I'll put on this once it cools. It's supposed to chill for at least 8 hours, but again, ah well. It'll get about 2. We'll get its full force of flavor tomorrow at breakfast I suppose. The color of real key lime is so funky; looking at this pic, I feel like I'm gifting my hubby with a pistachio pie. That might also be good, but this is indeed just lime juice.

Do y'all ever wonder why I make so many pies? For one, pie is just good. Secondly, they're quite easy by and large. Thirdly, they've got a nice crust-to-filling ratio which I find critical, and lastly, T adores pie. He much prefers pie to cake, and in fact, in lieu of the groom's cake that is so traditional in the South, we had 9 pies- three each of his three favorite flavors. I am not kidding when I tell you that all 9 were gone faster than we could clink our champagne glasses. So, there is something about pie.

Today I bought provisions for the best seasoned nuts recipe I've ever enjoyed. The recipe is courtesy of my dear writer friend, D, and I'm going to roast some of these up just before the party starts on Thursday. Mixed nuts, butter, rosemary, brown sugar, cayenne and kosher salt, all tossed and baked until fragrant and zippy. I've never seen folks be able to control their intake of them, and with D's permission, I'll share the recipe with you soon!